As the years, months, and days go by I realize,
It’s not about sex, it’s not about the physical act,
It’s wasted, It’s trashed to numb it away,
It’s about a feeling, an emotion, it abides the actual truth,
The truth that you cannot hide from you,
We try to kill it, fear it, and throw it away.
Be honest to only you, It’s just you talking inside your head,
It’s you talking to you,
Don’t be afraid of it,
Don’t walk away,
Get down on your knees and beg for it to leave you be?
It hurts what you see inside what only you can see,
Let yourself accept it in a quiet moment, with only you,
Think about it, because it goes without,
It is always nearby,
It waits,
It just wants acceptance, truth, and joy,
It just wants a gentle hug with no words,
It is the universal truth,
It is simply holding another warm hand,
It is knowing you are not alone living in a desolate land,
It is an understanding that you matter,
It is what we all wish for, inside and out,
It scares us because it holds our truth,
It’s priceless and it’s free,
It’s all that matters to me,
To love and be loved in return,
It’s so true,
I wish I could tell you,
I love you.
NS
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